bad dreams / yesteryear

could or would
or shouldn’t at all
lick lips like an envelope
sealed and unbroken
pressed like red wax
into strange contortions
skin like parchment paper
jaundice-tinged ivory
couldn’t possibly say
such a complexion
would prove to be
something other than
a teenage humbert’s
dreamboat lola wannabe
hiding under parasols
in heart shaped glasses

recently written

the low-down

I'm Briar – Briar Lawry, if you were wondering which particular one. Raw Library is an anagram of my name and a place for my writing – about anything, in theory, but mostly about books, the music industry and chronic illness. And sometimes coffee.